Song Shuwan left her message and left as quickly as possible.
Behind them, the expressions of Princess Jingyang and Aunt Zhuang all changed. The difference was that the former's was angry, while the latter's was annoyed.
"Princess, don't be affected by Princess Pei's words. This old slave is just..."
Princess Jingyang glared at her fiercely: "Stop talking nonsense, and stop interfering in my affairs with the Crown Princess. If you can't control yourself, go back to the palace."
Aunt Zhuang swayed: "Princess..."
Princess Jingyang didn't want to listen to her words, so she walked around her and left.
On the other side, Song Shuwan returned to the carriage, met Zhen Yuan's searching gaze, and raised her eyebrows: "What does Miss Zhen's gaze mean?"
Zhen Yuan touched his chin: "It came out so quickly. What the Crown Princess wanted to do went smoothly."
"It's indeed going well, but it's only going well for now."
Song Shuwan didn't want to elaborate and asked the coachman to leave: "Go back..."
Before the word "Fu" came out, Zhen Yuan took over the words: "Go to Mingyin Tower."
Song Shuwan was startled: "Why are you going to Mingyin Tower? Miss Zhen wants to listen to Mr. Mingchen's storytelling again?"
She remembered that Zhen Yuan went to Ming Yin House just to listen to Ming Chen's storytelling. It should be the same now, right?
Song Shuwan had just finished her thoughts when she heard Zhen Yuan say disdainfully: "What the hell is Mingchen? He can only tell two stories. I went there this time for the new female actor in Mingyin House."
Song Shuwan: "..."
Is this a change of goal?
In silence, the carriage rushed to Mingyin Tower. Half an hour later, several people entered the private room. The waiter from Mingyin Tower served drinks very neatly, without even asking a question.
Song Shuwan looked at it, and the corners of her mouth twitched uncontrollably: "Miss Zhen's temperament of loving wine as much as her life is really..."
Zhen Yuan picked up the wine bottle and raised his eyebrows at Song Shuwan: "What's going on?"
When their eyes met, Song Shuwan shook her head: "It's nothing, but Miss Zhen should drink less."
Zhen Yuan smiled and poured wine directly from the bottle to her mouth. In just one stick of incense, her expression became more dazed.
"The new troupe from Mingyin House sings very well, especially the female lead, who is also very good-looking..."
Zhen Yuan muttered something, but Song Shuwan pretended not to hear. She held the tea cup and occasionally took a sip of tea.
"Bang!"
The gong suddenly sounded, and Song Shuwan was startled. When she came back to her senses, she saw someone else on the stage on the first floor. It was Mingchen whom she had not seen for a long time.
"Hey, it's Young Master Mingchen. Has Young Master Mingchen returned to Mingyin Tower?"
"My lord, you are really Mr. Mingchen. What story will Mr. Mingchen tell you today?"
"Master tomorrow morning..."
There was a lot of noise downstairs. Mr. Mingchen was dressed in Tsing Yi, with a slight smile on his lips, and he looked at the people under the stage without saying a word.
As time passed, the movement around me gradually disappeared.
Song Shuwan felt strange and was about to take a closer look when she heard a "bang" sound. Mingchen's head fell to the ground, and blood spattered, all falling on the people close to the stage.
After a brief moment of dead silence, screams pierced the sky.
"People are dead..."
"Run, run!"
People on the first floor rushed out frantically, and the shopkeeper of Mingyinlou ran out. Everyone was stunned when they saw the chaotic situation.
"This, this... report to the officer quickly, report to the officer quickly!"
In the private room, Song Shuwan quickly stood up, her eyes swept across the first floor, and finally landed on Zhen Yuan: "Miss Zhen, downstairs..."
Zhen Yuan leaned on the table with a wine bottle: "What?"
Song Shuwan was stunned. Did Zhen Yuan drink too much?
She subconsciously looked at the table and found that even the wine jar was empty. She didn't know what to say for a moment.
At this moment, Baicao said: "Prince Princess, we have to leave quickly. Once the people from Dali Temple come, it will be difficult to leave."
Song Shuwan pursed her lips: "Leave through the window."
The two left Zhen Yuan behind and left Mingyin Building through the window.
Not long after, people from Dali Temple appeared, and officers and soldiers quickly surrounded Mingyin Tower.
Less than half an hour later, news of the mysterious death of the storyteller in Mingyin Tower in the morning spread throughout the capital.
"Who did a storyteller offend to die this way?"
"I don't know about other storytellers, but I may have some guesses about tomorrow morning."
"Guess? You are talking about Yong'an Houfu, right? I still remember a story told before Mingchen. If the person has changed, isn't it about Cheng Enyu in Yongan Houfu?"
"Hey, are you crazy, Marquis Yong'an? He's just a son-in-law. How do you take the laws of the Great Zhou Dynasty into account by behaving like this?"
The people were discussing, and the topic soon turned to Marquis Yong'an. With many people talking, the news spread into the palace.
At that time, Song Shuwan had returned to the Hou Mansion secretly. As soon as she entered the door of Qingfeng Courtyard, An Yi appeared in front of her.
"The Crown Princess, the Crown Prince invites you."
Song Shuwan paused slightly, then turned to Pei Huan's room: "Why is the prince looking for me?"
Pei Huan was sitting by the window and turned around when he heard the question: "You went to Mingyin Tower."
After a few moments of silence, Song Shuwan nodded: "Yes, is there any problem?"
She knew that she was surrounded by guards arranged by Pei Huan, so she was not surprised that her whereabouts were revealed.
Pei Huan turned his wheelchair and said calmly: "It's okay for you to go to Mingyin Building, but you shouldn't leave through the window."
Song Shuwan was startled: "What do you mean by this? Could it be..."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a noise outside the door, and then Mr. Hou and Mrs. Hou broke into the room.
"Pei Huan, what are you going to do to get rid of this harmful person?"
The Marquis angrily asked, if looks could kill, then Song Shuwan would have been cut to pieces by his looks.
Pei Huan frowned slightly: "I told you earlier that I will not divorce her, why are you asking this again?"
The Marquis took a deep breath: "It was earlier, but now... Pei Huan, if you keep her here any longer, the entire Dingyuan Mansion will be implicated by her. Do you want to put the entire Dingyuan Mansion in danger for a woman?"
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"Dangerous situation?"
Pei Huan repeated the two words and found it funny: "When did the situation in Dingyuan Houfu become so dangerous?"
Mr. Hou angrily smashed the things at hand: "Pei Huan, I am speaking to you very seriously, I am not joking with you! I am telling you that if you still want to keep her, then get out of Ding with her."
I will never let this scourge stay in Yuanhou Mansion."
Is she a scourge?
Song Shuwan laughed angrily at the Marquis's words. She and Pei Huan were in business, and she was not ashamed of everything she did. It was really ridiculous to add the word "disaster" to her head.
"Master Hou..."
As soon as she opened her mouth, Pei Huan took over: "Leave this place to me."
Song Shuwan sneered: "The prince also asked me to leave the matter to you before, but what happened? Isn't he here yet?"
